Round 2 - Alex

There is only one logical thing for me to blog about this morning. Way back when I blogged about it, yesterday Patrick mentioned it and hence the worst human being I have ever encountered gets yet another post about him on the hottest blog on the Internet. I am, of course, talking about the goalkeeper for M.S.A. Last night he was up to his typical immature antics, and it peeved me right off. Excluding serious political leaders and Justin Bieber I can think of no-one I would rather punch square in between the eyes than the antagonist in question.

What was the bearded b*****d up to this time? There are two answers to that question, a short answer and a long answer. Short answer first: being an absolutely massive (insert strong word, I would recommend the c word). Now for the long answer... Once again he decided that he wasn't a fan of people trying to take the ball off of him, however he was even moaning when we tried to tackle him OUTSIDE of his area, you know, so in the bit of the pitch where everyone is allowed to be... Of course he served up a healthy selection of time wasting too, I guess that's like his trademark. The thing that annoyed me the most, the one act of yobbery which took it too far, was tackling me in an awfully ferocious manner. So much so that my knee cap popped out and back in. For me it's particularly worrying, because I have dislocated my patella before. I'll slip a picture of it at it's worst next to a normal (sensibly located) knee. But back to the most recent injury, I spent 25 minutes in bed with an ice pack on it, struggling to get comfortable. When I did eventually doze off (some time between 12 and 1) I woke up whenever I bumped it, so I've had an unsatisfactory nights sleep.

And I wanted this blog to be a nice one about some pleasant time I spent in the steam room yesterday.